though the cold wind blows ,fragile pink petals blossom , in the house, i knit.

nuclear weapon testing. asteroids exploding. cruise ships burning.

and yet.

the plum tree blooms.

near the front door.

and in the spring when the warm wind blows, i will pick the plums… which will be hard and sour…. and give them to my old neighbor so that she can make “ume shu” a very sweet kind of wine that she keeps in a big jar under her sink.